
“Don't try to make money from your wedding.”
This was the advice from a wedding consultant in last week’s Straits Times report about wedding hongbao.
The advice was flagrantly unheeded by Christopher Lee and Fann Wong, whose sponsored wedding was telecast live on Channel 8 a few days later. They could've sold tickets.

I didn’t attend “The Wedding Of The Year” because presumably, my invitation was lost in the mail. On the bright side, I didn't have to worry about the hongbao.
According to the wedding consultant, a guest should “give at least 30 to 50 per cent more than the cost of his dinner”.
If I followed this guideline for Christofann’s bejewelled Shangri-La Hotel affair, I estimate that the hongbao alone would cost more than my own wedding and possibly my parents’ combined.
The first celebrity wedding I ever attended was that of pre-PCK Gurmit Singh and his wife Melissa back in the mid-’90s. The dinner was held under a giant tent on Fort Canning Hill. Since it was outdoors, I wore shorts and sandals.
Actually, that’s not true. I would’ve worn shorts and sandals even if it was indoors in Shangri-La Hotel. So Christofann may have dodged a bullet there.


I remember going up on stage during the dinner in my shorts and sandals, and making a funny speech, except for the part about Gurmit’s mother, which Gurmit didn’t find funny and told me so. He didn't seem to mind the shorts and sandals though.
What I don’t remember is how much I put in the hongbao. Wait, did I even give one?
According to the wedding consultant again, it would be “impolite” to “under-give”. So sometimes I sidestep this problem by not giving a hongbao at all.
Heresy!
Usually, people are so shocked by my shorts and sandals that they forget about the hongbao. I have no face to lose.
I understand giving a hongbao as a form of congratulations, but not as compensation for the cost of the meal - or worse, a donation.
Aren't the bride and groom working adults? Why is it on their wedding day, they suddenly turn into a charity case?

If I invite you to my wedding dinner, all I want from you is that you arrive on time, enjoy yourself and the food, and don't insult my mother. Hongbao, long pants and shoes are optional.
But I probably wouldn’t invite Darryl David though. Nothing personal.
And if I myself don't ever to a wedding dinner invited again, well, I'll try not to take it personally.
I forgive you, Christofann.
- Published in The New Paper, 4 October 2009
UPDATE: Wedding hongbao market rates 2015